Another Year.

Today, I turned 37. For those students of numerology, that’s 01-10-10 and the digits in my age add up to 10. I don’t know what it all means, but I do like things in decade form. I guess I am a base 10.

As I have said before, being born ten days in to the new year, means that I really start my year today. I have a ritual where I take a few moments out of my birthday to be alone with something special coursing through my veins (in the past it was Apple Juice, Cider, Jack Daniels or Gran Marnier, today it was 18 year old Scotch, a gift from two of my best friends), listen to Sheryl Crow’s Globe Sessions and reflect on the last year. While I have always done a form of this since I was 10 (hey another decade thing!), the idea of what to call it comes from an episode of a TV show in the early 90’s, called Mad About You. read more »

I have experienced a wide range of emotions on previous New Year Eve’s – from the highest emotional highs to the most crushing lows.

One year I was in a motel on Rte 46 in Jersey, several were spent banging pots and pans on a friend’s lawn.  I have been above the multitude in Time Square, home with one person eating chicken, among thousands at Madison Square Garden and performing for hundreds in the mountains.  When I was eight years old, I stayed up late and pretended to do my own radio show.  By the time I was in my early 30’s I was ringing in a new year on a real New York radio station.  It was years later that I realized I should have dreamed of making money while doing radio, and not just doing radio.  Ah, live and learn. read more »

Christmas for this blogger was very nice. My whole family gathered in the Borough of the Township and we shared gifts, in under the record of 10 hours back in 2003 (we got to everyone in a total of 3 and a half hours). There was no high drama, no fighting and everyone is happy and healthy.

The day after Christmas, I headed a bit down the Pike to see my dear friends Nat & Emily and their new son, Henry, while they were visiting their Jersey family.
Nat and I met at Emerson and have been close friends for almost 20 years. We were part of a Five Member Gang that wore leather jackets and did radio shows… no wait, that was the plan for graduation. In reality the five of us just hang out a lot… at the radio stations…and a bar… and Big Dan’s apartment… sorry, I disappeared on the Green Line of Memory (next stop Arlington). read more »